So I’m getting out of my car and about to walk inside when a public safety vehicle stops in front of me.

“Excuse me sir, is this your space?”

I looked at my car.  “Well it’s usually where I park.  Why?”

“This is a reserved parking space.  You’ll have to move.”

“Really?  It doesn’t say reserved.”

“The numbers on the ground mean they’re reserved.”

“Seriously?”  I looked at my space, which had the number 293 on it.  “I thought those numbers was just to tell us how many spaces there are.”

“Look,” he said, now irritated.  “Just move your car please.”

“Sure, no problem.”

I got back in and pulled out of the lot, then found a great space in front of a fire hydrant.  I am so awesome. 

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